The concert had finally wound down. 

Don sat by the bar and struck up a conversation with Wilfred, the bartender.

"You had quite a lot of guts to tease the vocalist earlier," Wilfred commented. "I'm surprised people haven't beaten you up yet." 

"Really? He looks like what Snow White would look like if she was a hooker," Don joked. "Is he seriously famous around here?"

"Yeah, man. You know, the television media does not like Mallory, but every young outsider adores him, even though he looks like... that," Wilfred explained.

"Oh. I see, I see," Don murmured as he nodded thoughtfully.

Wilfred asked, "You a singer, pal?" 

"Yeah. I am looking for someone popular to collaborate with," Don informed as he arched his hands. "To jump-start my career you know." 

"Ah, you could ask Mallory!" Wilfred suggested. 

"I don't know. He's got quite a cocky attitude," Don said as he tilted his head to think, patting the table with his fingers.

"You two seem to get along though." The bartender laughed a bit, "Try persuading him. You seem to be a charming fella." 

"I'm ready to order!" The other patron spoke up abruptly.

"I'll get back to you, Don. You should take a break from all those shots," Wilfred said. 

Don nodded and glanced at the now empty bottle of vodka. Due to his tiredness, he dozed off. 

The dream started as it usually did, at the time he left heaven, centuries ago. 

A faint feeling of déjà vu washed over him as he stepped into the dreamscape from his past. 

"There is no going back now, Don," He muttered as he regarded the crimson door and his future. 

It had been 199 years since he left heaven and finally decided to change sides. It didn't feel good to betray and leave the friends behind, especially Sachiel, his guardian since birth. 

But this felt right. He would finally captain the ship of his own destiny.

The door swung open abruptly, interrupting his train of thought. Staring at the man by the table, he plastered a confident smile on his face. 

"Good evening, Mr-"

"Come in," The man in the gray and black suit commanded.

Don nodded and entered. The crimson door slammed shut by itself as he sat down. 

The silver nameplate was printed with the name of Abaddon. Don heard of that infamous name. He heard that the man in front of him has been with the rebellion and knows his father, Azazel. 

The eager Nephilim in birth and fallen angel in specific circumstances, examined the face of his interviewer as he shuffled the resume.

His face was stoic and quite intimidating. A perpetual frown was marked on his face. His dark, curly hair was tied in the back.

The room was dim, the walls were composed of rusty metal, and it felt smaller on the inside-giving it a suffocating and grim atmosphere. 

It reeked of tobacco and incense. A cracked picture frame of an unfamiliar woman in white sat on his desk. It looked like he didn't even bother to clean the room up for centuries. 

This made Don's shoulders stiffen, but it didn't dampen his spirits. 

"So, Donadieu LeBlanc. You were about to be promoted to be a Seraph in heaven, right?" The interviewer, Abaddon, asked. 

"Yes," Don nodded. 

"Why would you want to leave heaven? You had a promising career there," the interviewer asked curiously. 

Don tilted his head to the side as he smiled after thinking, "I am in love, sir," Don answered frankly. 

Abaddon raised his eyebrow and slammed the desk, "That's the most common and pathetic excuse I have ever heard-"

"No, sir. I am not in love with any human at all." Don interrupted. "I am in love with human life itself. I want to change the sail of my destiny. I crave to see Earth's water and land. I want to see events other than what happens in heaven. I would love to see the humans-"

Abaddon sighed loudly.

"Is there something I said that you disagree with, sir?" Don asked. 

"You want to work undercover on Earth to live among the humans? Humanity is a mistake." Abaddon stated. "They destroy more than they build. They even destroy their own kind..."

Don woke into another dream where he saw his past self. He was utterly confused and dazed from the sudden change in scenery. 

He glanced at the peculiar uniform he wore and caught a glimpse of the gas chamber. The familiarity of the situation threw him into a rare feeling of guilt as he saw his former wife in the group being brought in. He was about to walk to her when he got carried away by a wave of running soldiers.

Another soldier warned him about an abomination and ran away terrified, screaming that he was just doing his job.

The sky turned into a greenish color and a giant monster with three pairs of horns that consist of antlers, a ram's horns and of an addax's sharp horns. It grudgingly crawled out of the heavy fog.  

He struggled to lift his feet, but vines bound him to the soil. "Lucy, I am sorry!" He screamed in anguish as he kneeled to the ground. "I shouldn't have left. I'm sorry...this is my fault." 

The creature's pace increased as Don waited to be impaled by the horns. 

"He was right! I am nothing but an insufferable bastard! BASTARD, I say!" He cried out loud as tears of remorse fell from his eyes.